A Snowman Alone

One morning before we wake up the postman freezes just before putting a letter into the letterbox No more will ever arrive The apple falling from the tree remains in the air never reaching the ground Time - such a bright bulb Suddenly turns off We have no last chance to look at the photos in our albums Life's colour vanishes into nothing The snowman stays alone in the garden for all seasons still motionless. Nothing to watch no starlings landing on his shoulders any more.. One morning we slip deep into our dreams and do not come back. October 2019